Harrison’s Love

One night Kelly told Harrison to give Grandma a kiss goodnight. She put him on my lap and for about ten minutes he kissed me, hugged me, patted my back, put his head on my chest and talked to me in a sweet, soft voice. Harrison’s expression of love was incredible to watch. How can a one-year-old know this kind of love already, especially given the fact that I have never been able to pick him up, hold him or comfort him. I’ve never been able to read him a book or rock him to sleep. Is this kind of love God-given or learned? I believe it’s both. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could put a baby’s love in a bottle and gift it to someone who’s having a bad day?

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could put a baby’s love in a bottle and gift it to someone who’s having a bad day?” I think you just did with this post. Thank you for sharing this and all of your beautiful and painful and grace-full thoughts.